Verse 1
Sharp Is The Wind
Cold Is The Rain
Harsh Is The Livelong Day
Upon The Wide Open Plain
By Donnelly's Hollow
Under Sad Gorse And Furze
There Lies A Young Wren Oh
By The Saints She Was Cursed
Pre-Chorus
The Wren Is A Small Bird
How Pretty She Sings
She Bested The Ea-Gle
When She Hid In Its Wings
Chorus
With Sticks And With Stones
Among The Small Mounds
They Come From All Ov-Er
To Hunt The Wren On The Wide Open Ground
Verse 2
With Cold Want And Whisky
She Soon Is Run Down
Her Body Para-Ded
On A Staff Through The Town
Chorus
Attacked In The Village
And Spat On In Town
They Come From All Ov-Er
To Hunt The Wren On The Wide Open Ground
Bridge
They Flock Round The Soldiers
In Their Jackets So Red
For Barrack Room Fa-Vours
Pennies And Bread
The Soldier Is Rough
In Anger Or Fun
And He Causes Much Blood-Shed
With His Big Musket Gun
Pre-Chorus
The Wren Is A Small Bird
How Pretty She Sings
She Bested The Ea-Gle
When She Hid In Its Wings
Chorus
With Sticks And With Stones
Among The Small Mounds
They Come From All Ov-Er
To Hunt The Wren On The Wide Open Ground
